High on a stag the Goddess held her seat, and there were little hounds about her feet; below her feet there was a sickle moon, waxing it seemed, but would be waning soon. Her statue bore a mantle of bright green, her hand a bow with arrows cased and keen; her eyes were lowered, gazing as she rode down to where Pluto has his dark abode.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3971 | 2019-03-29 19:39:20 | 94.99 | 97% |
| 3109 | 2019-03-20 23:29:41 | 108.58 | 98% |
| 1397 | 2017-11-30 16:20:27 | 100.78 | 97% |
| 663 | 2017-11-04 11:01:38 | 80.76 | 96% |